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Modern Day AU, Enjolras and Eponine. In which Enjolras thinks he's going crazy, and Eponine thinks she's cursed in love. Maybe one of them is right.

Modern AU: "So I wasn't your first choice?" he jokes, his throat going tight with that awful jealousy all over again and, oh, the heat of his palm, the press of his fingers suddenly firmer as Grantaire's brush comes to a rest at the top of his recreated hipbone, and softly, the softest he has ever heard him speak, "You're always my first choice. I just didn't think you'd say yes."

SCI FI/DYSTOPIA/TRANS E&R Over a decade after the end of the Martian war, Grantaire works a boring job in a boring dystopia. The only things keeping him going are his pub buddies and the hope of one day finding his childhood friend. Then a pretty spaceship commander on a dangerous mission comes in need of help, and Grantaire is just the guy for the job.

Modern AU: "the night's a blur like most things are when he's this hammered but there's a girl and she's pretty and she seems to be willing to tolerate him as long as he keeps buying her drinks so he keeps buying her drinks"

Ez egy fordítás, az eredeti művet 4thDimensionalTransition írta. "- Mit akarsz tenni Éponine? - Azt hiszem, megtartom" Modern Nyomorultak történet. Éponine és Enjolras, Marius és Cosette eljegyzési bulija után egymás karjában kötnek ki, aminek következménye lesz. Vajon megoldják együtt? A Les Amis mellettük áll, de megjelenik egy borzalmas apa, a pénz, és még sok gond...

Eponine et Azelma sont surprises par une tempête de neige pendant qu'elles font une course pour leur père. Gen familial, avertissement pour pensées suicidaires.

Et si l'inspecteur Javert cachait un terrible secret ? Que va en penser Monsieur Madeleine ?

[Writing Prompt #71: A memory related to a holiday] Cosette loved Christmas. Drabble

Jehan a la ferme intention de trouver l'Inspiration Poétique en passant la nuit seul dans un cimetière avec les fantômes.

This will take months to finish

"'We are in pursuit of beauty,' Jehan announced to the NO TRESPASSING sign. 'The grain's been gathered; we glean the art that remains.'" Jehan and Bahorel go on a midnight ramble. Semi-poetic plotless fluff; credit to megSUPERFAN for the idea & her OCs of Bahorel's dogs! ("dégrassé" is from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which you should definitely look up if you never have)

Javert got hurt in the line of duty. Valjean is there when he wakes up at the hospital and he is not happy.

"The thesis of Les Mis is that one act of kindness or mercy can move mountains within a person; Javert gets that at a young age, and everything changes." - @dandelioness (Or: Javert meets Jean Valjean long before Toulon. This and other small changes shape him into a much more human version of himself than fate (or Victor Hugo) would have had him be.)(Javert-centric, eventual JxJV)

a confrontation in the cafe leads to a startling realization. one-shot. rated t for alcohol (cause yknow, grantaire). my first les mis fic so hopefully everyone is in character

New heights of silliness are attained by four mismatched Les Mis favourites; Javert, Eponine, Fantine and Courfeyrac. Follow their escapades through the curious world of Parisian bounty hunting, sprinkled liberally with references to other fandoms.

If Enjolras was the sun, Grantaire would have to think of himself as Icarus—rash, adventurous, and unable to look away from the light that shone into his world.

In which Enjolras falls for Eponine and isn't sure what to do about it.

He wouldn't recall the woman he had arrested all those years ago; if he did, surely he would believe her to be nothing more than a ghost? The blood once staining her mouth had cleared, her hair had once again grown past her shoulders and above anything else, she looked old, exhausted. One-shot.

Javert and Jean Valjean stumble upon a snowball fight during one of their weekly walks.

A forest can sprout from a single seed, after all – even if that seed is a seed of doubt. Instead of throwing himself from the Pont au Change, Javert returns again to Rue de l'Homme Armé to discover for himself how a criminal and a saint can both live in the body of a single man. And again. And again.

Prouvaire and Combeferre have developed a habit of spending Saturday evenings together. One snowy night, they find that they've grown closer than they realized.

Even the most devoted revolutionary has to indulge himself sometimes. Fortunately for Enjolras, he also has very understanding friends. (We don't really get to know anything about the things Enjolras does on his own time, so I decided to assign him An Enjoyment to Be Severe About.)

"Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than elsewhere. He had a lodging, as a bird has one on a branch." Lesgle goes to stay at Joly's and finds more than he expected there. A friends-to-lovers getting-together fic.

Les Amis tell their stories. T for thematic elements.